Attending Eirin's Bath (2)
Just as Eirin had done for me, I began by washing her bare body with warm water.
Perhaps caught off guard, Eirin flushed deeply with embarrassment.
Not just her nape—her ears turned red as well. Yet she didn't resist, accepting it meekly.
“Hah... Eut... Heut...”
Seeing Eirin's naked body, it was impossible not to get aroused.
But I was dutifully serving the maid who worked so hard for me every day.
Even in this purely innocent bath service without any ulterior motives, Eirin's body twitched busily.
She reacted far more sensitively than expected.
“What's wrong? Is my touch awkward? Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”
“N-no, Young Master! It's just... too good... haah...”
Her true feelings slipped out unbidden. I pretended not to notice and continued washing.
Soft, plump breasts full of gentle fat. A slender waist contrasting with prominent hips. Chubby buttocks and thighs, too.
I gave her body a light once-over with my hands.
To spare her further embarrassment, I kept the rinse quick. The water rinse was just the prelude, after all. Next came the soaping.
“Soap for now. You've got all sorts in the bathroom, so anything specific you want?”
“The same one... you used on me, Young Master... if you'd please...”
Even with all those varieties, she chose that one specifically.
The reason was obvious without asking. She wanted her body to carry my scent. I could see right through her.
'What a good maid.'
Just as she'd done for me earlier, I knelt behind her back.
The beautiful maid's smooth back. The elegantly curving line drew a perfect picture.
“P-please... do it.”
I lathered up the soap in my hands. I could have used a washcloth, but I figured she'd prefer bare hands.
And I was right. Each time my foam-covered hands touched her skin, her reactions intensified.
“Heut... Hieut... Ahhh...”
She tried to stifle her moans, but as my slick hands roamed her body, she couldn't hold them back.
My hands are on the large side. And Eirin was just a normal person, so I gripped her breasts as gently as possible, careful not to squeeze too hard.
Like soft tofu, plump and fatty—Eirin's peaches. I caressed them repeatedly, coating them in foam.
“Ahhht?!”
I'd barely grazed her nipple, but the hypersensitive spot made her body jolt.
Her reaction was so cute, I couldn't help but nip her earlobe with my lips.
“Haaahhh...”
Even better response.
A light tease of her ear with my lips, and she melted with a voice like dissolving silk.
Her thighs twisted frantically, resisting the electric pleasure jolting through her.
I decided not to torment her too much. I continued the soaping.
This time, my hands went to her sleek legs—the ones stretched out straight on the bath chair.
Every time I saw them, their beauty stunned me. Long and straight, perfectly shaped.
And with her wide hips, even her slim legs curved with seductive allure downward.
My hands raced along those legs. From thighs to ankles, slathering on the slick foam.
Then back up to the thighs.
“Eirin. Mind loosening up here a bit?”
To soap her legs, I moved in front. Which meant her Y-zone was fully exposed between her thighs.
So while I soaped her legs, she'd clenched her thighs tight with all her strength.
I slipped my hand between them.
“Y-yes... Heut... Hieet...”
A little resistance, but Eirin would never defy me.
Through the loosened gap, I coated her thighs in foam.
Even slim, the fattiness of those thighs was exquisite.
Just sliding my cock between them and thrusting would make me cum in no time—perfect thighs.
But hiding my dark desires, I moved to the final spot.
“Y-Young Master, th-that spot...”
“Hm? This is mild soap certified by the Medica Order, isn't it? Safe even inside a woman. No need to worry.”
“That's not it...”
I knew exactly what embarrassed her.
My hand touching her most intimate place.
Something she wouldn't blush at during sex felt even more shameful now.
I lathered foam over it. The plump mound of her pussy.
My touch reached the slit of her labia majora.
And her clit, as sensitive as her nipples, was grazed by my slick hand.
“Hiek?!”
As expected, a cute, sharp moan from Eirin. By now, I was enjoying her reactions.
Buttocks, thighs, and the crotch between—I turned them all into a foamy mess.
'Wait. Need to calm down.'
I'd gotten too immersed without realizing. A quick glance at Eirin's face.
Flushed bright red, breathing ragged and aroused.
“Heut... Heut... Ahut... Hiek!!”
Her legs clamped tight. At this rate, she might squirt.
I spared her further torment. I turned on the warm water and rinsed off all the foam.
“Hew... Hah... Haa...”
Relieved yet somehow disappointed, Eirin let out an odd breath.
Once the shower was done, she said,
“Th-thank you... Young Master. You worked hard...”
Unable to meet my eyes, she bowed her head in shame.
“Now, let me rinse the foam off you and we can get out...”
“No. We've only showered so far. The bath isn't over.”
Before she could question it, I continued.
“So get in the tub with me.”
***
I'd already filled the tub before coming in here.
Steam rose from the warm water. It was the atelier bathroom tub, but spacious enough.
So I could lean back against the side, and even with Eirin on top of me, it wasn't cramped.
“......”
Since entering the tub, Eirin hadn't said a word.
The perfectly warm water soothed away fatigue, improving circulation until our bodies glowed pink.
'Not just that, though.'
I leaned against the tub, pulling Eirin into my arms. Her back to my chest.
Naturally, my arms draped over her breasts.
An intensely embarrassing position for her.
For me too, feeling every inch of her soft body.
“Soaking like this feels great. Relax against me more.”
“Y-yes...”
Normally, Eirin wouldn't loosen up, but the warm water melted her tension unwittingly.
Made embracing her even easier.
Her sleek, plump buttocks pressed against my groin.
“Hahut...”
Eirin reacted more sensitively than me. I'd held back my erection to avoid startling her.
But the feel of our lower flesh touching drew a sharp moan anyway.
She didn't reject it, though. When I hugged her tight, she just bowed her head, face red.
The tub's warmth lulled us both into languor.
Our bodies overlapped like lovers, surrendered to the hot water.
Soon, accustomed to the tub, we relaxed.
I'd sworn no dark intentions, but naked with a beauty like Eirin in the tub, bodies pressed tight.
Hard to contain the surging blood to my tyrant.
She had to feel my stiff cock.
My gentlemanly arm, holding back for her sake. Eirin pulled it down to her breast.
“You look uncomfortable. Do as you please...”
I understood perfectly. No words needed—action first.
Her breasts floating buoyantly in the water. I began fondling those soft peaches slowly.
Always an astonishing touch. Not huge, but...
They fit perfectly in my hands. Springy, plump—they never got boring.
Then, I circled her nipple lightly with my fingertip.
The jelly-cute bud stiffened right away.
“Heut... Ahut... Haaah...”
Melting from my light breast play.
Amazing. So cute and lovable, yet lewd enough to make me want to pounce.
Instinct took over unbidden.
My swollen tyrant ground wildly between her butt cheeks.
I ached to thrust inside, but it wasn't time yet.
No intention of ending this luxurious bath with a beauty so soon.
Thus, our skinship in the warm water grew ever more intense.
“Heut... Heut... Heung...♡”
Eirin lost herself to my breast caresses.
A bit more nipple and breast teasing, and she'd climax soon.
But that felt like a waste. I paused the fondling.
“Haa... Haa...”
Eirin panted roughly.
Yet her lingering arousal and disappointment radiated clearly.
“Y-Young Master?”
Then, just as she wanted.
I turned her body toward me.
***
Now facing each other.
Eirin looked flustered, then averted her gaze.
But when I pulled her gently, she slipped into my arms without resistance.
Our faces met again. Eirin squeezed her eyes shut.
Her long black lashes trembled. In that instant, our thoughts aligned.
I pressed my lips to her faintly pink ones.
Then Eirin's tongue slipped past my lips first. Surprised by her boldness, but...
“Huwup... Chuwup... Huwut...”
Our tongues entwined instinctively. Slick with sweet saliva.
We rubbed them frantically in our mouths. I savored her soft tongue with gentle pressure.
Deep French kisses, breaths hot and aroused inches apart.
We even pulled tongues out, tasting each other fully. Her soft lips soon glistened with saliva.
A kiss brimming with Eirin's emotions. I just responded tenderly.
Here was the lewd maid craving her Young Master's taste endlessly.
“Huu... Hoot...”
Kiss over, Eirin breathed heavily in arousal.
Normally she'd blush and hide, but...
This time, she burned hotter. My fully erect tyrant pressed against her thigh nonstop.
Her body began sliding down mine.
“I'll... make you feel even better.”
Eirin pressed her breasts together, sandwiching my cock between them.
Water splashed in the tub. Titfucking began.